Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Mars,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.